Claiming His Christmas Tree Topper

After a long, agonizing moment she finally opens the door and looks at me with surprise. “Nicky? What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was going to kiss you.” I walk in without her inviting me and kick the door closed. “And I’ll never break my word to you.”

“But what about the woman I saw you with?”

“My sister?” Her eyes widen, and then her mouth makes the perfect little O. “There’s only one woman I want, and it’s you.” Every time I take a step toward her, she takes a step back.

“Me?”

I nod, closing the distance between us and pulling her against me. “I planned to do this differently, but fuck it. I can’t wait to have you any longer.”

When my mouth comes down on hers, there’s a moment of shock, followed instantly by her melting in my arms. She’s soft and warm as I hold her close, and when she opens her mouth, I sweep my tongue inside. There’s nothing I’ve tasted that’s sweeter than the woman I love, and I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.

“Let me keep you,” I whisper against her lips as I pick her up and then press her against the nearest wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grind against her, my mouth moving lower.

“What’s happening?” Her voice sounds disoriented, and I wonder if she’s feeling the same rush I am.

“Do you want it to stop?”

“No!” The word is quick and loud, and it makes me smile against her neck.

“Then just enjoy it.” My hands move to her ass, and I pull her snug against my cock as I work her up and down the ridge that’s straining the front of my pants. “Where’s your room?”

“T-that way.” She points over my shoulder, and she gasps when I begin to walk us in that direction.

There’s only one door to choose, and inside there’s a lamp glowing beside the small bed. The size of it doesn’t matter because I’ll take her on the floor if that’s all I have to work with. Once I set her on the edge, I kneel in front of her and start pulling at my clothes as we kiss.

Her hands come up to cup my face and then they move down to unbutton my shirt. I tug at the hem of her sweater, and although this is all happening fast, it’s like we knew this is where we’d eventually end up. Tossing our shirts on the ground behind me, I push her back on the bed, and my hands go to her leggings. I make quick work of stripping her down, and when she’s only in her matching Christmas bra and panties, I smile.

“Please tell me you have more of these,” I say as I trace my finger over the edge of her panties.

“Lots,” she says like she’s out of breath.

I move over her body, my chest bare, and her eyes drink me in. Her warm skin against mine is almost enough to make me cum, but I hold back, wanting to do so much more before that happens.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I brush my fingers over her cheek and lean down to kiss her once more.

This time it’s slower but no less passionate as I take my time loving her mouth. When I feel her hands move lower to the belt of my pants, I stop her.

“Not yet.” There’s a light in her eyes that dims a little, and I shake my head. “I’m going to go first.” With that little coaxing, she’s smiling shyly again as I move down her body.

“You’ll be the first,” she says softly, and I look up from between her legs to meet her eyes.

“To kiss you here?” I place my palm over her pussy and feel the wet heat of it through her panties.

“All of it.” She sits up a little and begins to look worried. “If you don’t want to do anything more, that’s okay. I know I’m not experienced or—”

“Stop.” I close my eyes and turn my face to kiss the inside of her thigh. “If you keep saying I’m the first, this will be over before it’s even started.”

“What?” This time she looks genuinely confused.

“Thinking about licking you here.” I rub my nose over the panties covering her sweetest secret. “Fucking you here.” My eyes lock with hers as I pull her panties to the side and lean forward to kiss her there. “Having this only for me.” She shivers as I drag my tongue between her lips and smile. “I’m already leaking cum in my pants.”

“Oh god.” She falls back on her elbows like she can’t hold herself up any longer.

I open my mouth over her pussy and groan at how good she tastes. It’s just as sweet as I’d imagined it would be, and I lap up her cream. Her legs shake, and I shoulder them apart, holding them down so she can’t wiggle away from me. She’s loud as she calls out my name and then says a string of words I can’t understand. What I do know is that she’s so damn close to the edge that when I flick my tongue over her clit, she cries out.